I had carefully prepared and tied him to the wall by his wrists, it was now time for serious amusement: amusement for me, of course. I whipped him, he squirmed but he couldn’t escape or undo the knots. He was my pet, he belonged to me and I punished him as I saw fit. I continued, increasing the strength of my blows, painting his back as if it were a blank canvas gradually turning red. He begged me to stop but instead, I changed the whip, took a stronger one and started again because only I could decide when it was time to finish. The nine tails of this whip were merciless, I struck until he knelt at my feet, but he stood up too soon without my permission: the last barrage of blows was punitive and he will never forget it.